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Part 5 of Mothers friend series
Geezeeeee.... Another story that took on a life of it's own during the writing process. What can I say. Enjoy!!!!!
Mf spanking n/c parental. Part 5
If you would like to read the other 4 parts to this story, you can find them on my web site along with this one at www.oocities.org/pennylane_36
And for those of you who are familiar with my writing, I submitted my first non fiction, non spanking related story to einkwell.com. It is my first piece submitted mainstream to a non spanko publication site. It was accepted by the editor of Einkwell and is set for a publication date of December 23rd. There are three other stories posted with mine as well and readers can vote for the story they think is the best. So go and vote on the nifty 50 contest. I am so thrilled to have been accepted, so go vote please.
It is called "Operation Mom" and will be up on December 23rd.Hopefully
Thanks Susan......
"Making Amends"
That night I had a dream. A very scarry dream. Everyone that I knew was mad at me and was chasing me with all kinds of things to spank me with. In my bed I tossed and turned as each person caught up with me, spanked me, then let me go. Then I got chased again. "Nooooooo I screamed... I sat straight up in my bed. I was breathing heavy but was glad to finally be awake. I sat there looking at the shadows on the walls of my room and thought about the things I had done over the past few months. My mother had spanked me so many times. My dad had spanked me and I even got my step brother spanked. I knew I had done some really terrible things, but I guess I didn't realize how bad I had been until Zac turned me over his knee. It suddenly hit me that I was a pretty rotten kid and had some real changing to do. I knew I could work things out with my parents, but I had some real apologizing to do to my step brother Jeff. I didn't know if he would ever forgive me for getting him into trouble with Dad. Facing Zac was going to be tough also. I felt different about him now. He seemed not as wild as I had thought and the fun that I once saw in him was now gone.
I crawled from my bed, went to my desk, took out some paper and wrote my parents and Jeff each a letter. I put them in my binder so I wouldn't forget to mail them. I tried to fall back asleep but I couldn't. I don't remember ever going into her room, but when I woke again, I was lying in my mothers bed.
Over the next few weeks, I stayed out of trouble. I obeyed all of my mothers rules and when my father called, I overheard my mother telling him how well behaved I had been. Made my heart sing to hear the pleasure in her voice. I wondered if my father was convinced of my sincerity to stay out of trouble. I guess since I was going to his house this weekend, I would soon find out. I had cautiously made my peace with zac as well, and I saw him in a whole new light. He was my big brother and was just watching out for me. I could live with that. What I was having trouble with was Jeffrey. He wouldn't take my calls and he never sent me a letter.
My mother didn't approve of Zac so I finally swallowed my pride and told her about the scolding and the spanking that he had given me. My mother called him and talked to him. Finally she invited him over for dinner. She thanked him for watching out for me. He came over more and more, but I wasn't sure if I liked the two of them talking that much just incase the bad me reappeared again.
I had made it an entire month and I had not gotten into one ioda of trouble. My father decided that I could come for the weekend and I was so happy. I however was very nervous, because I knew Jeffrey would be there and as far as I knew, he hadn't forgiven me yet for getting him a round of one on one with Dad's belt.
After school, Zac picked me up and gave me a ride home. He reminded me to behave while at my dads and he talked to me about Jeffrey. How I should not push it and in time things will be the same between us as they once were. I only hoped he was right because deep down, I liked Jeffrey. He wasn't such a nerd after all.
My dad showed around 5 p.m. and when I saw him pull in the driveway, I became nervous. I knew I had alot to prove this weekend and I didn't want to get into trouble.
As we drove down the interstate I finally asked my Dad how Jeffrey was doing. He informed me that Jeff had been in some trouble again since my last visit. Suddenly I felt sick and thought maybe I was visiting way to soon. Maybe he needed a few more time to get over being angry with me.
When we arrived at my dad's, I hugged my stepmother and took my bags to my room. It looked the same and I suddenly felt as if I had never left. I put my things away and decided to go back down and see if my step mother could use any help with dinner. As I headed toward the stairs, I heard my father yelling.
"You're grounded!
Was he talking to me already? I slowly peeked around the corner to see who my father was talking to. He was scolding Jeff but I have no idea what for.
"Fine. I love being grounded," he replied as he slammed his bedroom door.
What had I done to my step brother? He sounded so different. Like he just didn't care anymore about anything. I stepped back into my room and waited for my father to go downstairs. I decided it was now or never. I had to fix things with my brother. I walked down the hall and I knocked on his door.
"I'm busy"
"Jeff it's me Melissa.
"Go away"
"We need to talk," I continued.
"No we don't need to talk and we aren't going to. Now go away!"
As the evening progressed and we had dinner, Jeff sat at the table and didn't speak to anyone. I kept quiet and listend as my dad and Janice about their day. I watched jeff. He looked different, cross almost and very hateful. It was all my fault and I knew I had to fix it no matter what happened. Jeff finished eating and quickly left the table. I helped Janice clean up, then I spent some time with my father in his home office. Between the two of them they filled me in on the things Jeff had been doing since my last visit. I had created a real monster by my behavior and I just had to make it right. That night before bed, I opened Jeff's door and whispered goodnight to him. He said nothing.
Saturday, my father had some things to take care of and Janice decided to clean the kitchen so I went upstairs and tried to make piece with Jeffrey. As I approached his door, I heard him talking to someone. He was on the phone and all I could make out were the words Party and that he would be there.
"Jeff," I said as I entered his room.
"Get out!" he yelled as he jumped from his bed.
"I'm so sorry I got you into trouble. Please we have to talk.
"No we don't. Now get out of my room," he yelled as he tried to push me from his room.
"You can't go to a party. You're grounded remember?"
He stopped pushing and took a step away from me. "What. Did you suddenly turn into a good girl now?" he asked.
I looked at him, then at the floor. "I had to do some serious thinking after I was here last. I missed my dad and I missed this family. If I didn't do better I didn't know when I would get to come back. I wanted to come back to see you," I replied.
"You want to make it up to me? He asked
"Sure. If you will give me the chance. That is all I ask," I replied.
"You have to come to the party with me,"
"What? No! I couldn't," I screeched.
"You owe me, and If you don't come with me, then we aren't friends or siblings or anything to each other.
"Thats not fair. You know I can't go and you shouldn't either. What happened to you?"
"Are you going to go or not?" he asked angrily.
"You're my brother and I love you, but I can't disobey Dad like that. I promised.
Jeff grabbed me, opened his door and pushed me out. I stood in the hall rubbing my arm.
"Stay away from me and stay out of my room. If you tell on me you'll get the beating of your life," he warned as he shut the door.
I didn't say anything to my stepmother about jeff, or the threat. That night at the table, Jeff talked to all of us as if nothing was wrong. He even talked to me, but I could tell by the looks he was giving me, that my keeping quiet was the only way to avoid a very serious thrashing.
I tried once again to talk Jeff out of sneaking out but he had his mind set and he told me I had one last chance to make it up to him.
"I'm going to this party after they go to bed and If you're really sorry for getting me into trouble, then you will come with me," he said.
"Jeffrey, I don't do parties anymore. I love you, but I can't go. Don't you see why. I am trying to make it right with my parents, and with your mom, so I can't go with you. Please just stay home and we can work this out.
"We aren't friends. Jeff turned and went into his room closing the door behind him.
I went down the hall and joined my dad and Janice on their bed to watch tv. As many times as I looked at them and wanted to tell them, I just couldn't. I just hoped he wouldn't go.
I think I'm going to bed now," I announced as I crawled from their bed and headed for the door. My father was already asleep and I figured Janice was being nice and was trying to stay up for me. As I left their room and headed down the hall, I passed the stairs and I saw a light. I then saw it go out and I heard the back door open and close. I ran down the hall and burst into Jeff's room. I flipped on the light but he wasn't there. I turned and ran down the hall and down the stairs.
"Jeff, where are you?" I whispered. "Jeff, Jeff, but there was no answer. I checked the back door and it was left unlocked. I grabbed my shoes and headed out the door. I ran to the edge of the street and quickly looked both ways. I saw a shadow of a figure just about to the end of the block. I decided to follow him because I wasn't sure if it was Jeff. I followed for several blocks before I could tell it was him.
"Jeff Jeff,"I yelled.
He stopped and turned toward me. "Did you change your mind? He asked me.
"No. Come home before you get caught and Dad whips you." I begged.
I don't care!" he answered. Then he turned and walked away. I followed him, begging and pleading with him to come home, but he wouldn't listen. As we passed the park swings, I stopped, sat down and started to cry. Jeff kept walking. I don't know how long I sat there and cried before I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I jumped and quickly turned. Jeff was standing there staring at me.
"You can't sit here in the park so I'm going to walk you home," he said.
Are you staying home too?
"I'm taking you home, then I have a party to go to.
I knew there was nothing I could do to change his mind, so I let him walk me back to the house. We never spoke to each other all the way. "Please don't go, I said as we stood by the back door.
"Go inside!" he stated. I turned and opened the door and as I was entering, the kitchen light came on. Jeff and I both jumped. I had just made it inside the door and jeff was still standing on the step. My father was standing in the kitchen. The look on his face sent shivers down my spine. Jeff quickly pushed me inside and closed the door behind him. My father was completely dressed and had car keys in hand. This was not a good thing.
"Melissa, go to your room!" he ordered. I turned and looked at Jeff and as I walked past my father I could see the veins in his neck bulging as he took off his coat and laid it on the counter.Because he was grounded and had been caught coming back in, I knew he was in big trouble. As I approached the entrance of the kitchen, I quickly turned to look at Jeff. I saw my father unbuckle his belt and pull it from the loops. I could tell by the look on Jeff's face that he was scared. As my father drew close Jeff backed up against the door.
"Did you forget that you were grounded young man?" My father scolded as he approached Jeff.
This was all my fault and I had to do something quick. I felt responsible for Jeff's new spree of juvenile deliquency. If it hadn't been for my own misbehaviors and dragging him along, he wouldn't be headed for this new life of crime.
"Maybe I'm not spanking hard enough to get.......
"Daddy, noooooooo," I cried as I ran back into the kitchen toward jeff and my father.
"Melissa, go up to your room. We will talk later.
"You can't spank Jeff. It's not his fault. It's my fault he is in trouble tonight.Just like last time.
"What are you talking about Melissa?"
I turned and looked at Jeff and scrunched my face, hoping he would understand what I was doing.
"Melissa?" my father called.
I looked at the floor" I'm sorry Dad, but I was going to go out. Jeff followed me and talked me into coming home instead. That's why he was out. Because of me and I'm sorry.I have been really trying to be good, but sometimes it's just to hard. I stood looking at the floor. The room was silent. My stepmothers voice broke the silence.
"Where have your two been. My father turned to speak to her and I grabbed the opportunity. I quickly whispered to him that I was sorry and to please not hate me.
"Melissa! I quickly turned around. Jeffrey, is this true?"
Jeff looked at his mother, then me and as his eyes lowered, I knew he was thinking about the belt now lying on the counter. He simply nodded.
"Jeff, you knew not to leave the house for any reason. You should have come to me or your mother when Melissa left. Do you understand that?"
"Yes sir." he replied.
"Go to bed. We will talk tomorrow.
I watched as Jeff quietly left the room and left me with my angry father. "Melissa, I don't understand your behavior. Your mother said you were doing so much better and that you hadn't disobeyed her in a very long time. What do you have to say for yourself.
"I messed up. I'm sorry Daddy. I'm trying. Don't loose faith that I'm trying and can be good. I can, just... I looked at the floor. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but It mattered to me what had happened to Jeff. I knew it was all my fault and I had to make it right no matter what the cost.
I believe you and I'm sorry that I have to keep punishing you," he replied as he reached over and picked up the belt. My step mother turned and left the room. "Make this the last time!.
I tried to speak but the lump in my throat was just to big. my father took me by the arm, turned me around, and bent me over. I offered no resistance.I closed my eyes tightly as I felt him raise his arm high into the air. The sting was unbelievable as the belt landed again and again. I hoped that Jeff could hear my wails because deep down I knew they should have been his cries, not mine. I never asked for him to stop because I knew no amount of begging would make Daddy stop before he was ready. All the guilt that was inside me was being released. After about fifteen or so spanks, I felt my father loosen his grip and shift his body, I then felt a cool breeze cover my bottom as my father lowered my sweats. I finally let out several begging cries for leniency and for my spanking to stop. As a stern scolding came with each lick, fresh wails and tears formed. I suddenly felt my body once again being turned upright, My father wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. My cries drowned out his comforting voice and I wished that he knew just what I had really done. As my cries subsided, my father let go and ordered me to bed, reminding me of a discussion that would occour tomorrow.. I wiped my tears from my eyes, and headed for my room. I quickly changed and crawled into my bed. I couldn't stop crying from the stinging fire in my bottom but I felt relieved. My debt to my stepbrother was now paid in full and I hoped he felt the same way.